Fei Chuan stepped back, not uttering a sound.
Fortunately, after a few unsuccessful attempts to open the door, the persistent group finally left, searching for him in another direction.
When he no longer heard any noise outside, Fei Chuan let out a loud sigh.
Why were these people so obsessed with him?
He had only cut his hair; how did it seem like he had swallowed a god?
Fei Chuan sat on the bench and checked the time on his phone.
There were ten minutes left before the lunch break ended.
Then, his eyes set on his wallpaper and paused.
He recalled what those people had said earlier.
It turned out Bei Sangyun had kept those girls away from him, just as she did during the homecoming dance.
Fei Chuan tapped the screen, poking Bei Sangyun's forehead. "Where are you when I need you?"
